I was shaking from head to toe. I hadn’t even recovered from the sh0ck when, from the bottom of the box, a small, damp, moldy notebook slid out.
On the first page, I clearly recognized my wife’s handwriting:
“Love, if you’re reading this, it means I’m gone. Those five million… are the price of a secret I’ve had to keep for ten years. Don’t dig any deeper, because if you dig any deeper, there’ll be no way out for our family…”
